I was sitting on the couch, staring at the bright blue wall right in front of me. I was definitely not gonna speak to Phil. I crossed my arms, and slammed my feet up on the little wooden table that was standing in front of the sofa. In the background I could hear some music. Someone was practicing. It was normal for me to hear music everywhere. Because I spent a lot of my time in a studio. That was just how my life was.
Phil still hadn’t returned from that little yard, where he had been ‘talking’ to Georgia. More like flirting with her.
I still had that weird feeling in my body. That feeling of jealousy. This was actually new to me.
I had never felt this feeling before, because I was used to that all the girls wanted me, because I was famous, and because I was the star of course! I’m not gonna let anyone change that. Of course Georgia likes me, I mean I’m Bruno Mars. Who wouldn’t date me?
I looked at the watch that was hanging on the wall.
Phil had been talking to Georgia for a very long time. I wonder what they were doing. Maybe they were kissing. Or planning to get married or something like that.
I laid my head back, and stared at the ceiling.
What a beautiful ceiling.
I stopped staring at the ‘beautiful’ ceiling and looked round in the room. In the corner stood my guitar. My beautiful, lovely guitar. I rose from the couch, and walked over to get it. It always made me happy when I was playing guitar. I don’t know why, it just had this effect on me I think.
I picked up the guitar, and walked back to the red couch I had been sitting on before.
I sat down the exact same place, and started playing.
*****
I was walking back to Bruno’s room.
Georgia had been very upset because of him, and I understood why. I had to talk to Bruno now. He had to understand that what he did was wrong. But he had probably already realized, that it was a stupid thing to do.
As I got closer to Bruno’s room, I could hear music playing. It was this melody. I recognized it. It was the one Bruno always played, when something was wrong. That made me walk even faster. I had to talk to Bruno. I couldn’t just let him be sad or something.
The melody got louder, and louder, as I got closer to the room. Soon I was standing right in front of the door to the room. I took a grip of the handle, and stepped in.
Bruno was sitting on the couch, playing his guitar. When I stepped in, he turned around and looked directly at me. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. What was wrong with him? Had I done anything wrong?
Bruno turned his gaze away from me, and started staring at the wall.
“What’s up?” I asked, and moved closer to Bruno.
“Nothing,” he said and didn’t even bother to look at me. He was still staring at the wall.
I sighed, and walked over to the couch. Bruno looked at me, but quickly looked away again. I sat down next to him.
Just as I sat down, Bruno rose from the couch, and started walking away from me.
“What the hell is wrong?” I asked as Bruno was on his way out. He was standing halfway out of the door. He turned his head, and gazed at me.
“What do you think is wrong?” he spat. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. What was actually going on?
“I don’t know,” I said. I rose from the couch too, and stared at Bruno. “What is wrong?” I asked again, hoping he would give me a prober answer this time.
“It doesn’t matter. You better find Georgia so you can hold her hands, and hug her right? Oh and why don’t you snog her too? That would just be great wouldn’t it? Why don’t you just run away with her?” he looked at me with disgust. He turned around to walk away, but I stopped him.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, and walked closer to Bruno.
“DON’T YOU THINK I SAW HOW YOU WERE HOLDING HER PRETTY LITTLE HANDS? DON’T YOU THINK I SAW HOW YOU TWO LOOKED AT EACH OTHER? I’M NOT BLIND YA’KNOW!” he shouted. I stepped back a few steps in surprise. I hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Bruno calm down! She was sad, and I tried to cheer her up, okay?” I tried to say in a calm voice. But Bruno wouldn’t calm down.
“THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT HER! WHY WOULD YOU LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT?”
“I LOOKED AT HER LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DOES! LOOK BRUNO, THERE’S NOTHING BETWEEN ME AND GEORGIA! I WAS CHEERING HER UP! FOR GOD’S SAKE, CALM DOWN!” I shouted at him. He wouldn’t listen to me.
“I’m out! Okay! You can have fun! Bye Phil.” he said, and then he walked out, slamming the door behind me. Yeah. I definitely didn’t see that one coming.
*****
I scraped some hair behind my ear, trying to keep it away from my eyes. It was annoying me.
Cars were passing by me. I was used to this. The busy streets.
Talking to Phil had helped me a lot. I’d just wish Bruno hadn’t been such an idiot. I still don’t get why he did what he did.
The streetlights lit up the road in front of me. Everything else was dark. Completely dark. I walked past a few drunken people, who were trying to talk to me, but I ignored them. I had never really enjoyed talking to drunken people. They actually scared me a bit. Unless if I know them. Then they didn’t scare me. But unknown drunk people were scary.
I was a little bit cold, considering as it was late, and I wasn’t even wearing a jacket. Of course I had to forget it. Of course.
I tried to warm myself, by crossing my arms over my chest. It did help a little bit, but not a lot. But I didn’t mind, because I would soon be back home. I was looking forward to it. Just sleep. I could really use some sleep.
I turned down a little dark alley. It was very quiet. It was a bit scary to walk there, but I had to walk this way if I wanted to get home. I could walk another way, but that would take ages.
Behind me, the sound of cars got more and more silent. At last I could hardly hear them anymore.
I was walking in the dark in my own thoughts, as someone grabbed my arm.
I got a shock, and turned around to see who it was.
Behind me stood a tall, bald, muscular man. He had a tattoo on his left arm, and he looked a bit scary.
I tried to get out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let go. His eyes were blurry. He were definitely drunk.
“Hey there beautiful,” he said. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
“Let go,” I mumbled, and tried to get away from him. But he was still holding my arm with his strong hands.
“No, you… you are… you’re not going any-anywhere sweetie… You’re staying wi-with me…” he said, and pulled me closer to him.
Go away!” I said. I started panicking.
“Let’s have fun…” he said, and stared at me with his blurry eyes.
“NO!”
He led his hand up under my shirt, and leant forward. “How about a kiss?”
“Let me go! Get your hands of me!” I shrieked, trying to push him away from me.
He pushed me to the ground. I tried to get up, but I wasn’t fast enough. He sat on top of me, and pushed my arms towards the ground. I couldn’t escape.
Tears started streaming down my face. I gave up. I couldn’t get away. I closed my eyes, and tried to make this nightmare stop. But it was all real. It was all happening.
“LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE YOU ASS HOLE!”
Can you see that I am needing, begging for so much more than you could ever give! And I don’t want you to adore me, no want you to ignore me when it pleases you! And I’ll do it on my own…
